And you socialize all the time?
Your looks may carry you across
Someone’s threshold…
But even trophies lose their glitter,
And rust.
And fading looks minus substance…
Equals a significant loss,
In those superficial circles!
Those of true success,
Get little sleep and not much rest.
Having little time for a tête-à-tête
With ex-convicts who now conduct seminars…
On topics regarding proper etiquette,
For those being taught how to hoodwink…
For fun and profit!
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